In My Hand-
In my hand I hold a treasure,
No lighter than a feather,
Whether love or affection will hold Us together,
For all I know my Treasure
Won’t have to hold the charm
Nor the meaning of perfect.
And now since I almost lost my treasure
I shall never try losing it again.
For my treasure isn’t of physical value,
Like gold and diamonds.
And if you were to open my hand,
And were to pull out my treasure,
You Will understand.
The atmosphere, the rain
Or the weather,
Won’t change the relationship of my friend. . .